<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164</id><updated>2009-02-21T13:08:31.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is what we make out of it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-114501199316968622</id><published>2006-04-14T20:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:53:13.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes true friends are hard to find.even harder to see, but the first time i saw u i know u are my friend, my one true friend.&lt;br /&gt;This short time i have known you, it seems like i have know u forever, u make me laugh, u make me smile, u care, whenever we are together we share a moment of friendship that we'll always have in our heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;the first time, it was really hard for u to open up, gradually u open up and u feel comfortable around me. &lt;br /&gt;u are my one true frien, and u will always be nearest to be heart and closest to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;now i believe that when God gave ur friendship he tried so hard to be fair, but when i have u i got more than my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends 4eva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-114501199316968622?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/114501199316968622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=114501199316968622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/114501199316968622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/114501199316968622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2006/04/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-111944260424689290</id><published>2005-06-22T22:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:08:40.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what  makes us who we are?</title><content type='html'>everyone has a unique quality.&lt;br /&gt;we may think differenly&lt;br /&gt;act differently&lt;br /&gt;our behaviour varies &lt;br /&gt;but what make us so different?&lt;br /&gt;we go through the same process at birth&lt;br /&gt;we all have the same ambition to be successful in life&lt;br /&gt;some might make it while others struggle to achieve this one thing until the end &lt;br /&gt;individuality&lt;br /&gt;am not sure but life is a fascinating  thing that really is hard to get all the answers to.&lt;br /&gt;judgemental&lt;br /&gt;what is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;do you forsee your life as a wonderful gift any one can give&lt;br /&gt;what makes an individual what they are compare to others&lt;br /&gt;fascinating...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-111944260424689290?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/111944260424689290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=111944260424689290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/111944260424689290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/111944260424689290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-makes-us-who-we-are.html' title='what  makes us who we are?'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-111944083899501769</id><published>2005-06-22T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:23:33.830+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HE IS ALWAYS MY DAD</title><content type='html'>sometimes we fight &lt;br /&gt;sometimes we laugh&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we just feel like we don't wanna see each other anymore&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we hate each others gut&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there is no space for love&lt;br /&gt;but we share a love that no more can contest&lt;br /&gt;he makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;he makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;he makes me want to do outrageous things because i just can't stand him&lt;br /&gt;he sometimes never give me space to breath&lt;br /&gt;but he always want me to see on the brighter side of things&lt;br /&gt;he always want the best for me in a way that i sometimes see awful and really uncall for&lt;br /&gt;we never see things the same way&lt;br /&gt;but when i sit and think in his own way &lt;br /&gt;i realise he have seen it all and done it all &lt;br /&gt;and he never want me to go through the same struggle that he went through&lt;br /&gt;he has  all this wonderful things that he want me to achieve&lt;br /&gt;and if i achieve these things he is going to be be the happiest man in life&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't want me to be hurt&lt;br /&gt;he want me to to concentrate fully on my studies to achieve my goals-that's a Dad role anyways&lt;br /&gt;he yell at me so much sometimes that i loose my senses and i think he hates me&lt;br /&gt;but he does that because i did the wrong thing and want me to know that it hurt him&lt;br /&gt;what ever happens he is always there for me&lt;br /&gt;when he ignore me sometimes i feel worthless Coz he is the only man that i have ever loved&lt;br /&gt;there are Men, but there are Men like my DAD Edmondson&lt;br /&gt;what ever he does and no matter what he does he is always going to be My wonderful&lt;br /&gt; DAD&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that i would be with him for ever -oh i wish&lt;br /&gt;maybe he is going to miss me years when i will final leave him&lt;br /&gt;he does want me to think that but that the hard fact.&lt;br /&gt;every man can be a father but it take a man to be a DAD&lt;br /&gt;the most powerful man anymore can think of is my Dad- &lt;br /&gt;my Dad My DAD- OH MY DAD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-111944083899501769?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/111944083899501769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=111944083899501769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/111944083899501769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/111944083899501769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-is-always-my-dad.html' title='HE IS ALWAYS MY DAD'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-111390599329329135</id><published>2005-04-19T20:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:19:53.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'>life is fun</title><content type='html'>life is not about the breath we take&lt;br /&gt;it about the moments that took our breath way.&lt;br /&gt;so everybody on this beautiful place called earth, should enjoy every single day as it come&lt;br /&gt;life is good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-111390599329329135?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-110802022771514838</id><published>2005-02-10T17:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:20:26.606+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what wrong with humans on earth these days, why are they so unpredictable and unbelieveable hiprocrites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they just can't leave you to be you. why do they have to spread all false stories just to tanish your character. why are we so cruel to each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can someone explain what going on in our society today. we need God to wash and cleanse this earth and transform us in his own image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just a 17 years old, few months ago one lady from the darkness of hell majestically came up to my dad and say to him" do you know that your daughter is pregnant" and three days ago my friend told me that he had a rumour that my Dad caught me in a car having sex that's why am so skinny these days, coz i just can't handle the free life am leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously am just fed up. why people just can't mind their own business?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want to be me that's all. it is a crime to be yourself.can't i be me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-110802022771514838?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/110802022771514838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=110802022771514838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/110802022771514838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/110802022771514838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-really-dont-know-why.html' title='I REALLY DON&apos;T KNOW WHY'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-110032281537122664</id><published>2004-11-13T14:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:52:23.470+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few weeks ago. i was asked by my teacher to give a speech about my experiences of war in my country and other countries in Africa that have undergo war. this is a special day 11/11/04 that we shall remember all the people around the world who have lost thier lives in war and have suffered from the experience. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After you read my speech just be silent for one minute to remember the brave one's who lost thier lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My speech on Remembrance day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning guests, students and teachers.Today, we are here to pay special tribute and remember all those who losts their lives in times of conflict and war,fighting to preserve freedom for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;firstly i would like to share my own experiences of war in my country, Sierra Leone. Images of war are still vivid in my mind- the jet fighters, helicopters, guns and mercenary military planes. i can still hear the sounds of the guns, the bombardment, the cries and the look on the faces of my mother, sister and brother. I knew immediately there was trouble and the happy family i used to know was scattered by the terror. My mother and younger sister are currently in sierra leone unable to escape the horror, My youngest brother has found refuge in London. And my other younger brother is in Guinea. It makes me sad to think we are unable to stay as a family. I am living with my Dad presently in AUstralia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes i think about the horrors in Sierra Leone. thinking back to the days when i was looking for protection, clinging to my Mum's arms. from the moment i was devastated and traumatised by the horror. I have seen the atrocities as a child and it is very difficult to forget the horrific images of war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Most countries in Africa, such as Sierra Leone, Sudan, Rwanda,Liberia,Uganda, South Africa etc, have gone through the most brutal episodes of war in which the only image most children like me know are the images of atrocities, the misery from chopping of hands,limbs and other parts of the body; to rape; kidnapping and forcing young boys and girls into the army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;most scenarios become all too familiar that it becomes too difficult to let them go. As a child i have seen my house burn down. i have seen people killed. i have seen people take their last breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;This trauma will never go away. Everyday is a struggle. learning to deal with what i have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been stated that millions opf children fought in the war, giving them drugs in an attempt to de-sensitise them to the horror of killing family members.Many of them Forced to do unspeakable acts of violence. children were trained to use a machine gun and other weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;This war left a legacy of suffering and rejection among the children and people from these countries. In Sudan alone, millions of people had perished in its internal war. Not counting the other millions of men, children and women in other countries in Africa. Today, men ,women and children are paying the price of the brutal policies. these people deal with the horror everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes we choose not to look, to ignore the horror as we are unable to endure the images of war, the pain and suffering and man's potential to do harm. we abandon our human responsiblity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to share my experiences with you so that i can raise awareness about the plight of the people in Africa. let's not turn away so within ourselves we feel comfortable so that we don't feel anything when the News report describes the suffering of war, we change the channel but by doing so we are less likely to do anything to change the situation of war. In reality we can make the difference. By advocating to people who are in a positon to make the difference. saying 'no to war', supporting the plight of the refugees, and making humanitarian aid available to those who need it most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;on this day take the time to consider all the people of different races and those who have lost their lives in war. let's remember those who have suffered from the experiences and are still suffering. We shall remember them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-110032281537122664?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/110032281537122664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=110032281537122664&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/110032281537122664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/110032281537122664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2004/11/speech.html' title='A speech'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-109963722084033699</id><published>2004-11-05T16:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T19:04:29.940+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A phrase to contemplate on</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We know very well who benefits from war in the age of empire. But we must also ask ourselves honestly who benefits from peace in the age of empire? War mongering is criminal. But talking of peace without talking of justice could easily become advocacy for a kind of capitulation. And talking of justice without unmasking the institutions and the systems that perpetrate injustice is beyond hypocritical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey beautiful people on earth, the Quote above is fr0m an article by Arundhati Roy, who won the Sydney peace prize Award this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like a win- lose situation. Without peace you can't get justice, and so without justice you can't get peace. choosing this Quote by this inspiring and outspoken lady, who stands up tall and bold to say what she thinks can make a difference to all of us, despite setbacks for what she thinks and believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute and contemplate these words peace! justice! maybe we say them everyday, eg be nice! why don't you be fair to one other: but do we know what they really mean? you will realise that peace and justice are the key to every successful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just like my country. all the people were crying that they needed peace. How they need peace without justice. then they came up with election before peace. After the election they can accomplish peace. up till now there is no sign to the road to peace and they are impatiently waiting for a helping hand to the way to peace.&lt;br /&gt;one can not do injustice to find peace, nor the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stereotype views are gone, and i think Roy has proven my point. she is a lady that says something that everyone can relate to, to make the world a better place. decades ago, women didn't have the opportunity to speak publicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every one needs fair treatment to have peace. In every religion there is a book that tells you the commandments and rules to follow. flick the pages and you will find it's obvious there is a chapter that says be FAIR and JUST to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady is such a person. I love her words and ideas.I don't really know what to say other than to appreciate her awareness. Coming out of the closet to advocate to the people specially in the position who can make this happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a more honest way, with peace and justice in the world, every nation can enjoy the benefits of change. We can't coverup one in a sense to achieve the other. We need to come together to fight for peace and justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Take a minute and think about a place you know that has peace and justice, and think about the words that Roy has said,&lt;a href="http://smh.com.au/articles/2004/11/03/1099362219754.html?oneclick=true"&gt; go to this link and read the full Article &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smh.com.au/articles/2004/11/03/1099362219754.html?oneclick=true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-109963722084033699?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/109963722084033699/comments/default' title='Post 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-109903226489405105</id><published>2004-10-29T16:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T21:29:02.050+11:00</updated><title type='text'>                             LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Life is like climbing a tree,&lt;br /&gt;While climbing there are branches to protect us from falling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And somethings act on the opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;People tend to rest on these branches , to gain insight before preceeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This branches leads us to different passage to the top and has a unique qualities and different leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life move so fast that we don't realise it&lt;br /&gt;People move in different pace, others try to go where the wind take them.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a temporary group, that dissolve when they achieve their goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;life is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;narrow and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;crooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we set a goal in our lifes, that we never achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a mountain that everyone try to summit,&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone summit this mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a little river that tries to flow into the big ocean&lt;br /&gt;Life is what we make out of it, its a challenge&lt;br /&gt;And a twisted journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is a nature, that can change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life is unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Life sometimes behave really unsincerely&lt;br /&gt;That we want to give up,&lt;br /&gt;Every struggle in life is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-109903226489405105?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/109903226489405105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-109903756594709980</id><published>2004-10-28T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:19:59.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A GUADIAN ANGEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every one has something to remember in life, these are &lt;em&gt;mine.&lt;br /&gt;There are times in someone's life that they feel isolated, felt left out, and think life is not worth living. that's bad u know, Every single challenge and struggle in life forces us to overcome our obstacles in life so one should look at life in a positive point of view, you never know what the future holds in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been full of hardship, sad memories, misery, and a little part of me force myself to be happy, because my mum once told me that life meant to be happy.what is life? everyone have different interpretation of life depending on how life treat them. life is like a challenge for the fittest, life is full of happiest , pain, sorrow, joy all these factor contribute to make it the most beautiful and amazing gift that God gave us. life is like a chess game it have rules if you follow the rules it sometimes goes the way you want it, if you don't that's it. Then i came to realise of this saying " if you don't know where you are going you can't get lost" i believe that true because life doesn't have a rewind or forward button that we can forward the bad experience and rewind back the good moment. what do we really know about life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories are the things that makes us mortal. and we tend to recall on these memories to over come the pains we feel inside, and give us insight in life, because what we remember isn't always exactly what it was, inspite of what people might like you to believe and everything we went through in life.&lt;br /&gt;Born in Africa especially SIERRA LEONE, a place no one seems to know, is the most unfortunate situation one can encounter in life, no proper food, people dying from starvation, we killling each other, suffering from killing diseases.everyday the situation  is getting worse. Sierra leone have experienced the most brutal war in history, when, where, and how the war started is unclear. but the main reason is power.&lt;br /&gt; Discovering my real DAD, was a challenge to and it was difficult for me to come in terms with. I have always known my dad as my uncle the story uptil now is one sided, because my mother never told me what exactly happened. before my grandmother died, she told me that the man you called your uncle is actually your Dad. girl. i never mentioned anything to my mother, because in Africa mothers are not always opened to there children they never discussed any thing to them because they think it not appropriate to discussed adult issues to their children, that is really an issue in africa, because &lt;br /&gt;children get into lot of troubles because they haven't been enlightening about things that they need to know.i think that the most fortunate think in first worl countries because they teach it in school expose you to situation and give you choices in life&lt;br /&gt;The saddest time in my life is when there was nothing in the house to eat, and my mother has gone all out for us to eat. i will always recall that day i was 6 years old. And we have to sleep hungry that day. fantasing of what holds the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Living my mother back there in Sierra leone, knowing how people suffers so much for survival, and all by herself with no support for her and the family. It make me feel sick and desperate to do something for her, but looking at the situation seems impossible now&lt;br /&gt;One should have faith and hope in life, and am keeping mine until one day God send my wonderful mother to me.&lt;br /&gt;my early one that still rings in my head was, my mother going to her village to get my cousins for my one year old birthday, and she couldn't return back because the rebels attack and capture the town and she was trapped there for nearly a week. A year old was a young age to remember.Iwas devastated. I thought my mother hates me. I was latter on told what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i can distinguish my happiest moment in half of my life have spent in this earth. because the place i called my home was, in every second in a chaos or someone killing someone, and i came to wonder if i may be the next victim.&lt;br /&gt;The day Australia Granted us asylum was the most happiest day that i experience for a very long time, knowing that it was a opportunity in my life to make it more meaningful and a break from the gun fires and bombardment every single sphere of the day. but on the other side i feel the guilt and greed, knowing that there are other people who are in the same situation like me and not having this opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can help, but in a real situation, what can a poor girl seeking opportunity in life can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;I think my happiest time in life is near and seem far from now, it yet to come. because am making use of my today instead of waiting endlessly for a better or happy tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before we were granted a visa  to come to Australia the feeling we all have was undescribable. me, my dad, my aunt, my dad's cousin lived in Guinea for two and a half years, depend on the little support from my step mother, she was Like a God that hold the key to our life. It was not easy at all, living in another man's country not knowing their language and the prices of everything plummeting every day. surving each day was our main priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;There are little pieces missing in my puzzle, when i complete this puzzle like going to university, get a good job, become independent, get my mother to join me.Like a lovely lady once told me 'achieve all these things and you will gain respect in your community'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember life is full of hardship, saddest, and happiness and try as hard ad you can to make the best out of it. It natural,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because no one in life can avert saddest and hardship to be happy all through there life. Life is a whole gruesome journey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life means ha&lt;/em&gt;ppiness and challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes i look at my life as a blessing and very lucky each day that am strong and still moving on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-109903756594709980?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/109903756594709980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=109903756594709980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109903756594709980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109903756594709980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-need-guadian-angel.html' title='I NEED A GUADIAN ANGEL'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-109843254508820489</id><published>2004-10-22T18:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T15:51:27.836+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Every one is a human what the force about where are you from</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as u see me you can say am an African, the answer is definite as am dark or black as people might say. Nearly every single second of the day people asked me where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;nicely and politely i will say from Africa, which part of Africa? sierra leone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have never had about this country before. So what the force, have already told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe you should add it to your new vocabulary/dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have to explain which part. It is located on the westcoast, they still don't get it. unless i have to say do you know this place, it close to that place.&lt;br /&gt;The thing i hate about people responding is, what kind of houses do you have there? Do you have this resourses there?. yes of course. Do you think i came from a place where no humans live.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish to be white like us. why? are your sick to be black&lt;br /&gt;IF GOD CAN GRANT ME ONE WISH I WILL WISH FOR EVERY ONE TO BE BLACK. BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL. Not that am saying anything racial. no offence&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel answering is a bit not neccesary as soon as people see me you know that am black and from Africa. may be the curiosity is that which part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel a bit offensive somethings when someone came up to me and asked what nationality are you, And if i respond am an Australian the funny look on there face make me feel annoy.&lt;br /&gt;Australia is a multicultural country and everyone migrate to Australia for personal reasons and mine are not to be discuss by some stranger. Every one is a foreigner if i could say that in Australia. the Aboriginals are the real habitant of this land. I feel comfortable to ask anyone what nationality they are, as anyone could ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Most people think that when you are born here or you parent have lived here long ago so that you an Australian. nooooooooo. get some brain and do a research on your ancestors there is a link that maybe you came from a place somewhere far from here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to be an African even though sometimes i tried to assimilate as mush as possible. because my culture and background are the things the make me who am i today and continue to be me in the future&lt;br /&gt;the saddest thing all Africans should get use to is that even if you are born here, and think that u are an Australian. our colour is the evidence people will use to prove our point wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Am from a place where we are killing each other for one to be on top. i know that may sound a bit exaggerated but that true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am from a place were humans live, get educated, have access to entertainment, good food and enjoy life to the fullest even though we may struggle from lack of some resources. that's it for now. we are all humans what the big force of where are you from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-109843254508820489?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/109843254508820489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=109843254508820489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109843254508820489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109843254508820489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2004/10/every-one-is-human-what-force-about.html' title='Every one is a human what the force about where are you from'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830164.post-109843019037726492</id><published>2004-10-22T18:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:30:01.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>well wishing to all who may found this weblog interesting</title><content type='html'>Making this weblog is like an opportunity to talkand share my inner feelings and attitude to things around us, that i can't usually talk it over with my friends or family members.&lt;br /&gt;Am an AFRICAN and my cultural values are strong, and IDEAS about things are significant inorder to retain our culture, as a typical teenager i have lot of new perspective that they don't really want to accept even now that we are in the 21st century and in Australia. so it's like a conflict between me and them inorder for them to understand the  change i have undertaken.&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE LISTEN TO ME. it not the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;i am an Australian now but am still proud to be an African. am not planning to change anything still being me, BUT can we make a change maybe for once&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8830164-109843019037726492?l=blackninnocent.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/feeds/109843019037726492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8830164&amp;postID=109843019037726492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109843019037726492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8830164/posts/default/109843019037726492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackninnocent.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-wishing-to-all-who-may-found-this.html' title='well wishing to all who may found this weblog interesting'/><author><name>white little secrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00591560885166951615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02019771222121369269'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>